<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4372315878977914698</id><updated>2012-02-16T15:37:41.264-08:00</updated><category term='shopping'/><category term='sorry'/><category term='regret'/><category term='doubts'/><category term='forgiveness'/><category term='outing'/><category term='love'/><category term='dessert'/><category term='misunderstanding'/><category term='mistakes'/><category term='thoughts'/><category term='jealousy'/><title type='text'>Boredom sucks to the max.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xnewbx.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372315878977914698/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xnewbx.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07381951533390662095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4372315878977914698.post-6395842076015606434</id><published>2010-09-15T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T14:50:31.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny.</title><content type='html'>Wow.. Before this, you said how gentleman he was and crap. and even long long ago, when you said you hate smokers. Now you're with one! funny. So why can he chat with the ex and u cant? oh well nvm. now u understand what it feels like when u emo me for taking picture with other people. Funny night. Don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry about the fucked up english. Lazy type. Tata&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4372315878977914698-6395842076015606434?l=xnewbx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xnewbx.blogspot.com/feeds/6395842076015606434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xnewbx.blogspot.com/2010/09/funny.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372315878977914698/posts/default/6395842076015606434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372315878977914698/posts/default/6395842076015606434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xnewbx.blogspot.com/2010/09/funny.html' title='Funny.'/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07381951533390662095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4372315878977914698.post-7008922660062793550</id><published>2010-09-04T15:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T15:52:26.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SleepyHead</title><content type='html'>Hmm.. Last time till now, your still the same in 1 thing.. Whenever you feel sleepy or when ur about to fall asleep, you always talk to me in such a sweet and cute tone. Laughing with that voice on jokes that i make, making cute voices, and funny noises. That really makes me wanna hug you to sleep. But once you're awake, the cute side of you will be asleep, awaking the normal side of you =.=".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like last night, we talked a while on the phone when you were feeling sleepy and tired, that sounds so comfortable, cute and cuddly to me.. Then you went to take a nap and asked me to wake you up later. And as I said, once i woke you up, you dont sound so cute anymore. =.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And once again, we talked about those shits, and there I go emo again. But I was too tired to even feel emo. So I just went to sleep, hoping that my dream will come true. I wonder what's that dream..? Only you and I know.. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wtv. Im gonna go sleep. Babai. ( Hope you see this post then will call me in the middle of the night again =P )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4372315878977914698-7008922660062793550?l=xnewbx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xnewbx.blogspot.com/feeds/7008922660062793550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xnewbx.blogspot.com/2010/09/sleepyhead.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372315878977914698/posts/default/7008922660062793550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372315878977914698/posts/default/7008922660062793550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xnewbx.blogspot.com/2010/09/sleepyhead.html' title='SleepyHead'/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07381951533390662095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4372315878977914698.post-8153406987686884271</id><published>2010-08-31T09:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T09:13:42.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a date ( 31/08)</title><content type='html'>It has already been a year.. Went to celebrate your birthday with you and the bunch of frens again.. But this time as a different relationship.. Last year i celebrated with you as your boyfren but this year i celebrated with u as just a normal fren. Well, probably it's only me who is feeling such a difference. Everything they talked about tonite, I kept listening.. Because it reminds me of you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First they talk about your birthday which is of course, made the biggest difference. When i made the surprise for you last year, gave you your ring.. Then they talked about Baskin Robbin, i remembered the ice cream i owe you. Then, about dogs. I don't even know where the dog i gave you went to. It's like, im letting my somehow daughter get a new father @@ wtf. Then, I heard that your family was gonna go overseas.. Which reminded me about the times when i stayed over your house.. Brings such sweet memories.. Even the way you dress makes me think about last time.. The things we do after the outings.. =.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After you left, everytime i see a car pass by behind me, I hoped it was you.. But somehow you didn't come back.. The whole night, after the celebration, I just wanted to go somewhere far and just chill there alone.. But I didn't know why I asked you to go somewhere with me.. Maybe it's because this year's 31/08 and last year's 31/08 really is a big difference to me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the end of my post I guess, there goes another emo post. FML&lt;br /&gt;Still have much to type i think, but feel kinda lazy to think. Will post more next emotime.  tata&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4372315878977914698-8153406987686884271?l=xnewbx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xnewbx.blogspot.com/feeds/8153406987686884271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xnewbx.blogspot.com/2010/08/what-date-3108.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372315878977914698/posts/default/8153406987686884271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372315878977914698/posts/default/8153406987686884271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xnewbx.blogspot.com/2010/08/what-date-3108.html' title='What a date ( 31/08)'/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07381951533390662095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4372315878977914698.post-7938214995588609724</id><published>2010-08-23T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T15:11:37.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is there to hide?</title><content type='html'>Lol delete my post just to hide things from him? Scared of letting him know your stuff? Aww. Pathetic. If I really wanted to fuck your life up, I would've done that long long time ago.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4372315878977914698-7938214995588609724?l=xnewbx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xnewbx.blogspot.com/feeds/7938214995588609724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xnewbx.blogspot.com/2010/08/what-is-there-to-hide.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372315878977914698/posts/default/7938214995588609724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372315878977914698/posts/default/7938214995588609724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xnewbx.blogspot.com/2010/08/what-is-there-to-hide.html' title='What is there to hide?'/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07381951533390662095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4372315878977914698.post-9007753291942663541</id><published>2010-08-08T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T20:18:31.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh..</title><content type='html'>Hearing things that I shouldn't have asked. FML. Finding out the truth hurts more than not knowing anything, and yet I still wanna know and had to ask. Now i'm like hanging halfway, not sure where to jump to. How i wish if the rope would just break and i can die right now. settle everything. dont have to be that stress anymore. not gonna fucking say anything anymore. just wanna go drinking and get tipsy or drunk and not think of any stuff and to talk to you. i dont know wtf im saying anymore. ima go sleep. good night world !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4372315878977914698-9007753291942663541?l=xnewbx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xnewbx.blogspot.com/feeds/9007753291942663541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xnewbx.blogspot.com/2010/08/sigh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372315878977914698/posts/default/9007753291942663541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372315878977914698/posts/default/9007753291942663541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xnewbx.blogspot.com/2010/08/sigh.html' title='Sigh..'/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07381951533390662095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4372315878977914698.post-7473941777211380391</id><published>2010-07-13T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T10:30:00.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last year on this day.</title><content type='html'>I remember we argued last year on this day. That time I was still in love with another gurl, and played with your love. In the end, I neglected your birthday and went to celebrate another person's birthday with her. After thinking back, I feel kinda foolish. I'm glad you've made the right choice, having a good,  reliable and gentlemen boyfriend. People think that i've moved on. But the truth is, I still think of you every now and then. I still think of you and am still jealous of him. How foolish can I be knowing that you won't be back for me anymore. I keep thinking everyday, if I really had the chance, just a tiny little chance to get back with you, i'll treat u in the best way, and nvr gonna do the stupid stuffs i did to you last time. But, oh well, there's a 'if' everytime and most probably an 'impossible' in front of the 'if'. Do you even know why I treated you like that? It's because i keep thinking that I won't have a long relationship with you, and I keep thinking that I'm in love with another gurl. I keep treating you like that because I thought that incase i had a chance with her then i won't want to be with you anymore, thats why i chose not to treat u better. After breaking up with you, I realize, i dont love her at all, and the person i love most is you. Sigh.. It's still the end of our relationship, even after saying much things. All I can hope for is just to dream every night about you and wishing it will come true one day. I keep telling myself. If god were to give me a last single wish on the day before the day I die, I'm gonna wish to spend the last day with you. Spending each and every moment with you before my last breath.. ily&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4372315878977914698-7473941777211380391?l=xnewbx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xnewbx.blogspot.com/feeds/7473941777211380391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xnewbx.blogspot.com/2010/07/last-year-on-this-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372315878977914698/posts/default/7473941777211380391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372315878977914698/posts/default/7473941777211380391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xnewbx.blogspot.com/2010/07/last-year-on-this-day.html' title='Last year on this day.'/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07381951533390662095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4372315878977914698.post-4440015703587563573</id><published>2010-05-16T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T11:59:05.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The end?</title><content type='html'>Sigh. 2 posts at 1 night. Can imagine how fucked up my life is. =.=" The only place where i can spam my thoughts and feelings without letting outsiders know and somehow let people know as well.&lt;br /&gt;Now u tell me u loved the wrong person for almost a year, that you regret being with that person for almost a year, spent time with the wrong person. okay.. if this is what you say, then i dunno what else i have left to say. You even said u dont love me anymore, and your feelings decreased everynight u cry.  But what about me? what about my feelings? So, now you said, this is the end of our story. I can't do anything since this is ur decision. Thanks for wasting ur time , money, ur so called 'youth' on me. You can finally break free from me and get the freedom that you want. Mixing with ur usual friends, doing whatever you want without anything stopping you. Sorry for what i've done and hope you'll find a better one in the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4372315878977914698-4440015703587563573?l=xnewbx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xnewbx.blogspot.com/feeds/4440015703587563573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xnewbx.blogspot.com/2010/05/end.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372315878977914698/posts/default/4440015703587563573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372315878977914698/posts/default/4440015703587563573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xnewbx.blogspot.com/2010/05/end.html' title='The end?'/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07381951533390662095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4372315878977914698.post-8399475102395450767</id><published>2010-05-16T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T09:36:03.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flirt?</title><content type='html'>What is my doing compared to yours in the past? For fuck's sake i'm just chatting with my collegemates and making more friends.  Is there any problem with that? My collegemates organise a sleepover party as a gathering for our class during the holidays. I didn't even said that i was gonna sleepover. then u think that im gonna go sleep with her? whats with that? now u tell me u purposely wanna flirt with another guy to show me what u can do? its not like im having a secret relationship with another gurl. if i really did then ok its my wrong for doing so. but the prob is im not having any hidden relationship. All i said was just i was jealous that i had no1 to gossip with and stuff. im trying to forget the fact that u went to find him in the middle of the night. and now u say u wanna make it more obvious that u will flirt with another guy. Do you know how sad and depressed I was when you said that? im your boyfriend. i already forgetting stuff and make myself believe u more and now u dont believe me. what else u wan me to say? i hope u wont do whatever u have just said cause i seriously dont want that to happen. Sorry for what ive done. Im not trying to flirt v any1 and im not interested in them as well. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(p.s : i was typing while revising, sorry if i said something wrong)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4372315878977914698-8399475102395450767?l=xnewbx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xnewbx.blogspot.com/feeds/8399475102395450767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xnewbx.blogspot.com/2010/05/flirt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372315878977914698/posts/default/8399475102395450767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372315878977914698/posts/default/8399475102395450767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xnewbx.blogspot.com/2010/05/flirt.html' title='Flirt?'/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07381951533390662095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4372315878977914698.post-7005273945161190238</id><published>2010-04-19T12:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T12:31:28.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Choices</title><content type='html'>Is it that hard to make a choice? It's just a yes or a no. If you really want to, you can decline anyone who asks you out. Why you still want to make a mess when it is already quite serious. I don't know what else are you hiding from me. Going out with guys, chatting with whoever you are chatting with. Even when I say to choose to find him or find me. Yet you still can choose to find him. What else can I say? Why you wanna delete the msg history for? What are you hiding from me ? huh? if it's just normal asking to go out msges why delete? I've been thinking of this crap since that day. Why can't you just stop going out with guys? If you can just do that, everything will be settled. You already know i don't really like you doing that, yet you wanna do it more. and now it's becoming more of a habit and its getting more pathetic, serious, and wrong. Nothing much can be said already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4372315878977914698-7005273945161190238?l=xnewbx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xnewbx.blogspot.com/feeds/7005273945161190238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xnewbx.blogspot.com/2010/04/choices.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372315878977914698/posts/default/7005273945161190238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372315878977914698/posts/default/7005273945161190238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xnewbx.blogspot.com/2010/04/choices.html' title='Choices'/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07381951533390662095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4372315878977914698.post-7422566123439323753</id><published>2010-03-30T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T10:06:33.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging once a year..</title><content type='html'>The title is not related on when I'm gonna blog again though. Anyway, it's been such a long time since i've blogged. Should be few months..? I don't even know how to start. The reason why I suddenly felt like blogging today is because I felt kinda emo suddenly. These few days i've just noticed that more and more people are changing. As in, their personality and attitude. I feel like I'm living in a different world now.. =.=" I don't know what people think or feel la.. But.. I can't judge them by their cover or whatever. But still.. I'm wondering if I'm the only person who noticed this? I'm not gonna say who are those who I'm talking about that has changed. And yes I did say it's THOSE not him/her. Some has changed for the better but the others.. Well, I don't know.. Different? Now what I wish for is everything go back to normal and how it operates last time.. Nothing to say di.. Babai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4372315878977914698-7422566123439323753?l=xnewbx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xnewbx.blogspot.com/feeds/7422566123439323753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xnewbx.blogspot.com/2010/03/blogging-once-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372315878977914698/posts/default/7422566123439323753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372315878977914698/posts/default/7422566123439323753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xnewbx.blogspot.com/2010/03/blogging-once-year.html' title='Blogging once a year..'/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07381951533390662095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4372315878977914698.post-2405412248197683674</id><published>2010-01-10T11:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T11:48:22.917-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow.. ( Don't know what to put for the title -_-" )</title><content type='html'>It has been quite some time since I last blogged. Maybe because I have nothing to blog about. Futsal , yum cha, chilling during bah kut teh sessions.. What else? Of course spending time with you. These days i've been trying my best to not hurt you compared to last time. At least it has decreased? I hope. I don't wanna do anymore mistakes that will make me lose you or even let other people take you away from me. Can't take anymore of those risk. My birthday is coming soon.. Can't wait to celebrate with you, Bi&lt;a href="http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/"&gt;♥&lt;/a&gt;. and of course my bros and sis out there haha. ( Syiok Sendiri ) Any suggestions on where to celebrate with budget? How I wish if I could just hug you right now..&lt;a href="http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/"&gt;♥&lt;/a&gt; nyehehehe .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End&lt;br /&gt;Luv Ya!&lt;a href="http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/"&gt;♥&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( Don't ask me whats with the hearts cause i can't explain it either, just felt like it xD ) ( Syiok Sendiri again )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4372315878977914698-2405412248197683674?l=xnewbx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xnewbx.blogspot.com/feeds/2405412248197683674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xnewbx.blogspot.com/2010/01/wow-dont-know-what-to-put-for-title.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372315878977914698/posts/default/2405412248197683674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372315878977914698/posts/default/2405412248197683674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xnewbx.blogspot.com/2010/01/wow-dont-know-what-to-put-for-title.html' title='Wow.. ( Don&apos;t know what to put for the title -_-&quot; )'/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07381951533390662095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4372315878977914698.post-9128126233628377747</id><published>2009-12-16T13:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T13:38:00.412-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For once I wish that dreams don't come true..</title><content type='html'>Sigh.. it's already 5.17 am and i'm still awake.. Thought it was quite a day as nothing went wrong.. Thinking of going to sleep soon as there was nothing to do and i felt quite bored.. But suddenly, my mood changed.. It feels like as if a knife has stabbed into my heart.. This is when  I was browsing through blogs I read something on someone's blog.. I wonder if it's my habit of thinking too much again or is it really true.. Though I don't wanna believe it but whatever that is said in the blog sounds so much like you.. I hope whatever you said was true.. That it is written for the other girl whom he is interested in. Seriously, for the first time i wish that dreams won't come true.. I really don't want to see you leaving me and going back towards the same person again.. It really hurts me reading those blogs.. I hope that I can finally replace him in your heart.. You keep saying I think too much.. Well, maybe I do.. It's just that i don't really want to lose you suddenly.. Get what I mean? I don't want people to flirt you away from me.. Is there a truth that I need to know? I don't really think i can take it.. Sigh.. Really hope it can be proved that it really isn't you he was talking about.. Sorry for thinking too much again.. Love you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( Hope you don't emo after reading my post =D )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4372315878977914698-9128126233628377747?l=xnewbx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xnewbx.blogspot.com/feeds/9128126233628377747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xnewbx.blogspot.com/2009/12/for-once-i-wish-that-dreams-dont-come.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372315878977914698/posts/default/9128126233628377747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372315878977914698/posts/default/9128126233628377747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xnewbx.blogspot.com/2009/12/for-once-i-wish-that-dreams-dont-come.html' title='For once I wish that dreams don&apos;t come true..'/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07381951533390662095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4372315878977914698.post-2702684929096047335</id><published>2009-12-08T10:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T11:10:42.039-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sorry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jealousy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misunderstanding'/><title type='text'>Sigh....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AK-StqlArTY/Sx6iBdvQUzI/AAAAAAAAABw/7UcfPdGxeaE/s1600-h/new-moon1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AK-StqlArTY/Sx6iBdvQUzI/AAAAAAAAABw/7UcfPdGxeaE/s320/new-moon1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412941948192314162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, today me and bi went to catch a movie at MBO (Galaxy Ampang) cause I was too lazy to go other places to get tickets and furthermore there are always tickets available there. Watched New Moon. Yea, it was kinda cool. While watching the movie I was trying to relate the 3 main characters which was Bella, Jacob and Edward with some people. But somehow I was confused on which of the characters I was =.=". So i gave up trying to relate it and enjoyed to movie. Well, why would I wanna try and relate it? This is because of my thoughts that are going round and round in my head. It's true i'm thinking too much.. Hope it's just some misunderstanding.. Hope it's not the one thing that I am always thinking of.. You told me not to think too much and stuff.. It's not that I don't trust you.. is just that i don't wanna lose you again..  So at the end of the day i told myself.. I should stop thinking about the small matter or should I say some misunderstanding (Hope it is =.=") and just move on with you. It somehow worked. I stopped thinking about it because I kept remembering on what happened when i were with you.. Flashbacks of the happy times we spent together somehow helped me to forget about it.. All I wanna say is sorry for making you angry because of my thoughts, misunderstandings, jealousy and much more.. And thanks for loving me, taking care of me, bearing with me and the moments we spent together. I hope this will continue for ever and ever and ever. Hope you forgive me. Love you ♥ ( I hope this post won't make you angry.. Sorry !! &gt;.&lt; )  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AK-StqlArTY/Sx6ivnLgp4I/AAAAAAAAAB4/77bvBw920kM/s1600-h/IMG_0130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AK-StqlArTY/Sx6ivnLgp4I/AAAAAAAAAB4/77bvBw920kM/s320/IMG_0130.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412942741000726402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;( sorry for the blur-ness. Iphone cam )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4372315878977914698-2702684929096047335?l=xnewbx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xnewbx.blogspot.com/feeds/2702684929096047335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xnewbx.blogspot.com/2009/12/sigh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372315878977914698/posts/default/2702684929096047335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372315878977914698/posts/default/2702684929096047335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xnewbx.blogspot.com/2009/12/sigh.html' title='Sigh....'/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07381951533390662095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AK-StqlArTY/Sx6iBdvQUzI/AAAAAAAAABw/7UcfPdGxeaE/s72-c/new-moon1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4372315878977914698.post-542965465048375278</id><published>2009-12-01T10:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T11:04:59.004-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forgiveness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='regret'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mistakes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>I love you..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AK-StqlArTY/SxVontOwGRI/AAAAAAAAABg/tqIbj-npZO0/s1600/DSC04195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410345558721173778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AK-StqlArTY/SxVontOwGRI/AAAAAAAAABg/tqIbj-npZO0/s320/DSC04195.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though i haven't proved it yet.. But deep in my heart.. I really do.. Sometimes I ask myself.. Have I treasured u enough? Will you love me more if I am like this? Somehow the answers are still hidden somewhere. I really hope I can change ur thoughts towards me and try to love me as you did before this.. Though i have made many mistakes in the past or maybe even know.. But.. I'm not Mr.Perfect. I still need some time to change.. I know I have hurt you before. After I thought about it, I scolded myself stupid for treating you like that in the past. I regretted. I shouldn't have mistreated you like that. Hope you will accept my apology. You say, what's done is done. But people may say.. glasses has already shattered.. But you know.. sometimes shattered glasses can still be fixed with some dedication and the heart to do it. Though it may be a little different than before. But it's still the same glass, you just have to work on it and make it into a perfect glass again. Some people might think i want you for lust. But they're wrong. It's not lust that I wanna obtain from you, but it's your love. I'm sorry for what I did and I'm sorry for the mistakes i've made. I'll try my best to make you love me like before and always. You are my main priority and my only one. Hope the feelings will fill you up so that we can enjoy our coupling life as happily ever after. HOPE YOU WILL FORGIVE ME AND LOVE ME AS BEFORE. I LOVE YOU, &lt;a href="http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/"&gt;♥&lt;/a&gt; BIBU IVY &lt;a href="http://bibu-ivy.blogspot.com/"&gt;♥&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(P.S: i was typing this while hiccup-ing like a bitch. sorry if it's weird.)&lt;br /&gt;(P.S: i duno how to P.S)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4372315878977914698-542965465048375278?l=xnewbx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xnewbx.blogspot.com/feeds/542965465048375278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xnewbx.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-love-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372315878977914698/posts/default/542965465048375278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372315878977914698/posts/default/542965465048375278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xnewbx.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-love-you.html' title='I love you..'/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07381951533390662095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AK-StqlArTY/SxVontOwGRI/AAAAAAAAABg/tqIbj-npZO0/s72-c/DSC04195.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4372315878977914698.post-1471344890237490844</id><published>2009-11-26T10:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T10:57:13.896-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doubts'/><title type='text'>Thinking of you..</title><content type='html'>What are you doing now..? Who are you with..? What COULD you be doing now..? These questions keep popping out of my head. It's not about not trusting you. It's about the trust towards the people around you. Though i keep trying to tell myself to stop thinking about it. But somehow it will randomly appear. Furthermore, it's him.. You've tried to comfort me.. and though it works, at least a little. But as you know, I will only feel relieved when i'm 100% sure of what you're doing currently. Or maybe i'm just thinking too much? Don't know.. Hope you can be back as soon as possible so I don't have to think so much.. Love you.. and sorry for the doubts..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4372315878977914698-1471344890237490844?l=xnewbx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xnewbx.blogspot.com/feeds/1471344890237490844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xnewbx.blogspot.com/2009/11/thinking-of-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372315878977914698/posts/default/1471344890237490844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372315878977914698/posts/default/1471344890237490844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xnewbx.blogspot.com/2009/11/thinking-of-you.html' title='Thinking of you..'/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07381951533390662095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4372315878977914698.post-6224206957366335320</id><published>2009-11-22T06:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T07:24:28.444-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dessert'/><title type='text'>Day Out</title><content type='html'>Hi again. This is my 1st post after yesterday's blog-warming ( something like house warming just that it's a blog ). Today was an outing with my fellow friends.. Well, it's just lunch at Ampang. Had Yong Tau Foo for lunch with Yen, Chee Yong, Li Wei, Dog ( Tony ), Woon, Jern zhen, Bi and I. Though it's only Yong Tau Foo but still it was quite filling as we had quite a lot. After that we went home cause Chee Yong had to study for his exams. Oh well, most of them were busy so we HAD to go home. After some time, the dog ( Tony ) called and asked if I would like to accompany him to go shopping v Bi. Since i had nth to do, i decided to go with him since i was quite bored myself staying at home. We headed to KLCC. After buying some stuffs we decided to find a place to have a drink or something. We walked around to find some nice place but it took us some time to find a nice place which has a nice chilling place and nice drinks. We ended up at Dessert's Bar. After that he went back to his restaurant and I fetched Bi home then i went for futsal. The End. Here are some pics so that it wouldn't look so boring. The idiot don't let me take his food's pics =.=". Sorry for the long post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AK-StqlArTY/SwlT7T67xfI/AAAAAAAAAAg/XDn4WRzXi7c/s1600/IMG_0103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AK-StqlArTY/SwlT7T67xfI/AAAAAAAAAAg/XDn4WRzXi7c/s320/IMG_0103.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406945106059838962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                 Picture of the place's name. Didn't know why i took this picture =.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AK-StqlArTY/SwlUbjqsCRI/AAAAAAAAAAo/8t-AtasEs9E/s1600/IMG_0100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AK-StqlArTY/SwlUbjqsCRI/AAAAAAAAAAo/8t-AtasEs9E/s320/IMG_0100.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406945660042479890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                        Bi's Tiramisu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AK-StqlArTY/SwlUxQcSYfI/AAAAAAAAAAw/0boh5bLoCOs/s1600/IMG_0101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AK-StqlArTY/SwlUxQcSYfI/AAAAAAAAAAw/0boh5bLoCOs/s320/IMG_0101.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406946032838926834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                       My Oreo Parfait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AK-StqlArTY/SwlU_9uMlRI/AAAAAAAAAA4/RiAaMX3yfEk/s1600/IMG_0102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AK-StqlArTY/SwlU_9uMlRI/AAAAAAAAAA4/RiAaMX3yfEk/s320/IMG_0102.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406946285511808274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                       Bi's High Class Honey Lemon Tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AK-StqlArTY/SwlVU8T11pI/AAAAAAAAABA/hpVHZv_ZNTc/s1600/IMG_0104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AK-StqlArTY/SwlVU8T11pI/AAAAAAAAABA/hpVHZv_ZNTc/s320/IMG_0104.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406946645910083218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                My Grape Smoothie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AK-StqlArTY/SwlWMpsyJ1I/AAAAAAAAABI/oi1AW9bgRwA/s1600/Image2436.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AK-StqlArTY/SwlWMpsyJ1I/AAAAAAAAABI/oi1AW9bgRwA/s320/Image2436.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406947602987099986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                              Our Chocolate Fondue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AK-StqlArTY/SwlWqYfUraI/AAAAAAAAABY/T-ewOK62ORo/s1600/IMG_0099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AK-StqlArTY/SwlWqYfUraI/AAAAAAAAABY/T-ewOK62ORo/s320/IMG_0099.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406948113763315106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                   Finally, the bill&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4372315878977914698-6224206957366335320?l=xnewbx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xnewbx.blogspot.com/feeds/6224206957366335320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xnewbx.blogspot.com/2009/11/day-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372315878977914698/posts/default/6224206957366335320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372315878977914698/posts/default/6224206957366335320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xnewbx.blogspot.com/2009/11/day-out.html' title='Day Out'/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07381951533390662095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AK-StqlArTY/SwlT7T67xfI/AAAAAAAAAAg/XDn4WRzXi7c/s72-c/IMG_0103.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4372315878977914698.post-9211494329200433024</id><published>2009-11-21T09:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T09:54:21.952-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome me !</title><content type='html'>It's hard to believe even for myself, but i have my own blog ! A place where i can post my complaints about life and other people. Since I am a beginner in blogging, hope those who are already used to blogging and blog for life can give me some advices and bla bla blas to improve my blog. Thanks for you support. That's it for today as for some of you that know me, knows how lazy I am. Tata&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4372315878977914698-9211494329200433024?l=xnewbx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xnewbx.blogspot.com/feeds/9211494329200433024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://xnewbx.blogspot.com/2009/11/welcome-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372315878977914698/posts/default/9211494329200433024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4372315878977914698/posts/default/9211494329200433024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xnewbx.blogspot.com/2009/11/welcome-me.html' title='Welcome me !'/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07381951533390662095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
